A soft blanket covered my back to the nape, but even the gentle fabric fueled discomfort on my skin. I tugged on it, but it stayed in place.
“I didn’t want you to get cold.” Rhys kissed my hair and pulled the blanket off me.
“Thanks. But my body has some weird ideas as to what’s okay and what’s not. Like, I don’t mind being stuck to you with my cum, but the touch of fabric is like sandpaper.” He was the one thing I needed right now and my body responded accordingly.
“I’ll remember that. How are you feeling?”
“Better, but empty.” I clenched my ass. The wetness was a reminder that I was full of cum. For the first time. “Not achingly so, but a shadow of incoming need is there, if that makes sense.”
Rhys caressed my side with a soothing touch. “How are you emotionally?”
“Good, I guess?” I rolled off him and covered my eyes with my forearm. “I’m sorry for overreacting. Must be the hormones.”
“Shh, it’s okay. Don’t apologize.” He stroked my hand with his fingertips.
Did he feel the same pull towards me? That need to touch him constantly as if it would physically hurt if he wasn’t near?
Rhys kissed my shoulder. “Whether it’s hormones or a bad experience, it’s none of my business, but if you wanna talk—”
“No. I don’t.” I propped myself on an arm and looked at him. His hair was disheveled, his chest scratched, and his throatbruised.Did I do that?Even so battered, his expression was kind. He was ready to listen to me, whatever I had to say.
After this week, I’d never see him again, so did it really matter if I told him more about me? “I don’t know what I want anymore.”
“Your secrets are safe with me if you change your mind.” He put his hands behind his head and crossed his legs at the ankle.
Pursing my lips, I danced my fingers over the ridges of his abs. “I was raised to serve Alphas, taught to bring them—you—pleasure even during my heat. So this…”Communication? Respect?I gestured between us. “Dynamic, is not what I was expecting.”
“I’ve never been in your position so I can’t pretend to understand, but I’ll try to do my best by you if you tell me what I shouldn’t do. I haven’t serviced an omega in heat before, but I know the basics, like that your womb will open between the second and fourth wave, ready for breeding. That you’d be horny most of the time during heat but will detest touch when it’s over. The rest depends on the omega.” He pressed his lips into a flat line in an apologetic expression. “That’s the extent of my knowledge.”
“Because you’re supposed to fuck and breed. I’m the one who should know all about heat sex, and do the rest. So it’s not your fault. But you see how your behavior throws me off balance. In a good way.” I sighed. “At least my parents haven’t found me yet. That’s good.”
“Are you afraid of them?” Rhys sat up abruptly. “Do they know you’re in heat?”
“They don’t. But sometimes Dryden would take me away without telling them and I’d stay with him for a few days. Once Mother and Father realize I’m not with him, they’ll know something is up. They’ll look for me.”
“Who—” He shook his head. “That’s none of my business. Unless Dryden is your husband, who’d hunt me down when he finds out.”
“He wishes.” I released a dry chuckle. “I’m promised to him, but the deal hasn’t been finalized yet.”
Rhys frowned. “You make it sound like you’re being sold.”
“That’s exactly it. The plan was for him to take me away when I go into heat. Then, he’d marry me, paying my parents for the transfer of ownership.”
“So he wanted your first heat to himself?”
I rolled onto my stomach, banged my head on the pillow, then turned to Rhys. “Yes and no. He didn’t want to fuck me and take care of me. He told me that he would have a friend of his or someone from an agency deal with my heat. While I’d be at the mercy of a strange Alpha, Dryden would watch us. When my heat would be over, we’d get married during recovery and he’d fuck me then.”
“That makes no sense.” Rhys scoffed, his complexion turning as pale as his naturally brown skin allowed. “You’d be in pain and miserable. Sex would hurt.”
I gave him a sardonic smile. “And that was his point.”
“Did you tell your parents that? They can’t marry you off to him.”
“Selling off. You see this body, hair and soft skin?” I gestured to myself. “It’s the effect of years of my workout, diet, strict regime as to how I walk, sit, and speak around Alphas. I was raised to be sold. And since Dryden is my dad’s wealthy, influential friend, he struck the deal early.”
Rhys balled his fists at the sides and closed his eyes.
On instinct, I shuffled away.
